Ajax Freestyle

[Intro: Jay NiCE] "Yo, man, never one choice, aye, what's wrong, don't talk, don't see you" "Yo, man, never one choice, aye, what's wrong, don't talk, don't see you" Ayo Young nigga with a taste of fashion Displaying madness, conversations with a naked actress These are thoughts while the spliff turns Can teach you how to be the one, the new Lawrence Fishburne Man, hold up [Interlude: Jay NiCE] MAN THAT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN PROBLEM WITH THESE YOUNG MOTHERFUCKERS TODAY ALWAYS IN THEY MOTHERFUCKIN PHONES YOU NEED TO LOOK THE FUCK AROUND, NEED TO GO OUTSIDE NIGGA IMMOBILIARE, THAT'S A COMPANY YOU CAN TRUST YOU CAN'T BANG WITH US 'CAUSE YOU TOO MOTHER-MOTHERFUCKIN BROKE GODDAMN [Verse 1: Jay NiCE] Young nigga with a taste of fashion Displaying madness, conversations with a naked actress These are thoughts while the spliff turns Can teach you how to be the one, the new Lawrence Fishburne Major cabbage, I'm fucking bitches in the Matrix, laughing When will these kids learn? I'm grown, I got my plate the fastest All of my babes the baddest, Ace of Spades we splashing Hating ass niggas in my face be acting like it ain't no static Yeah, aight I keep it moving from the snakes in grass And all you lames gon' play in traffic while I move this Anglo Saxon And still manage to pay my taxes, I'm out here Took it to the South this year, my clout, it could bounce there New Supreme mouth glare, me and style is a wild pair The green Gucci high tops look like a Crocodile Yeah, I'm out here Born bummy as fuck but dying fly Black Goddess by my side, your chick a defiant slide Aiaiai I'm Powerbombing powder profits Every hour clock in, knock it off, you cowards jocking Hopping in something exotic, never been without an option Your bitch got you on lock, you ain't even allowed to cop shit That's not sick, the total opposite I'm foul with logic Break it down, force feed it the game, now she got it Now we shopping, these lames been behind since 9 Watch me cross the finish line, that's why I never spent time I win mine, nigga I win mine Don't make it an issue, you don't want me to send slime (Where this fuck nigga at?) I'm on the balcony, fresh, overlooking the city lights With a fiend next door, he been for fifty nights That's why shit get provided, I'm pushing this Iggy white So me and money go together like Brooklyn and Biggie, right? Get it right MBK, we sound like your favorite bank Eating flavored steak, gravy or mashed potatoes, it's great Taste the flavor, savour the waves made on the stage We creators, who can make it to major radio play? These are straight facts, new fear of Gods Cost me eight stacks Modern art, Avant-garde, I really paint that Been a Fly Talker since way back I'm talking Ma$e in '97 with the wave cap My shooter sniffing coke mixed with Ajax And fuck nigga, we don't play that [Verse 2: Left Lane Didon] Peep Immobiliare, open diary Flows is fiery, this shit feel like some orange Wallies The stove is powdery, the microwave is Roberto Cavalli The pot place paintings on the wall and custies in the alley My wrist is flawless, my bitch a Goddess; a queen Your bitch retarded, she sniffing molly; a fiend My vocals sound like Blue Dream I smell like lightning boy and look like Sade voice My aura is so astonishing, occupation look obvious Pen opulent, Nagasaki how I be bombing shit It's rotten out East These lil niggas is sparking spliff and barking stick and spend the whole night looking for Opps to hit Hope you ain't targeted 'cause if you understood how far it could get You'd prolly disregard it and split The last batch ain't move, that was a horrible flip We muscle through, I gave my workers a cordial gift I cut the cord on newborns but can't get caught in the mix Birth hustlers aborted the risk The turnbuckle was loose before the max and you just give it a lift Then tag me in and imma push a rapper face in the shit The apron was hit, chasing grip, reminiscing 'bout dope for part Telling em to it to time like it's Noah's ark Ricky laughing so hard, the nigga start to snort Memories inside my third eye help me mould the art Big homie live at level 5, he control the car You missed the story, tell you lean on me like Joseph Clark Been in the black for so long that we don't know it's dark Address the Lord with an open heart Don